Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.